Or: Freak Out and MY DREAMS ARE NOT AS BIG AS THIS
Alright, so, the Seattle BFF is in the state as we speak (YAY), but she's staying with me the whole weekend, so posts until Tuesday will be few and far between, bbs. SO. TO KEEP YOU OCCUPIED, ALLOW ME TO GUSH AND FLAIL AND FREAK OUT AND WHATNOT OVER THIS REC:
The Steinway!Verse by toomuchplor : Eames/Arthur [inception au] NC17 - Arthur is a piano performance major, Eames is a lyric baritone.
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I cannot tell you enough how much i loved this. AND I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED IT. AND I CAN'T BECAUSE OF THE BFF. But i read part one, which stands on its own Just Fine, and oh my god, i don't think i've ever had a reaction to a fic this viscerally before. I physically had to stop myself from reccing this last night so MAYBE i wouldn't spew capslock and keymash all over the internet. (This has worked REALLY WELL so far. ALSKDLAKSDA)
But i didn't (couldn't) stop myself from leaving a really embarrassing comment on the fic last night, which i will now copy here for you.
Oh my god. I think i will just. Cry and grovel here and maybe curl up in this forever. I am completely USELESS after being submerged in your writing, and there are THERE IS MORE, OH MY GOD. I think i about broke my keyboard flailing about this fic with the friend who dropped the link in my inbox (full-well knowing the severity of my music kink) and THIS? THIS MADE A TRULY AWFUL DAY SPECTACULAR. I loved every single moment of it (even the parts where Mal left me feeling just as shaky and gutted as Arthur, jfc) but i think the moment i truly fell in love with it was right here:
"It's only one line," Arthur says, trying to point out the simplicity of the task. "One note at a time."
BECAUSE. BECAUSE IF I SOMEHOW HADN'T BELIEVED YOU KNEW THIS WORLD INSIDE AND OUT. THAT IS SUCH A INSTRUMENTALIST THING TO SAY.
So i will wrap up this little love letter now and just. Appologize in advance--to myself, mostly, (selfishly)--that i have company visiting and might not get to the sequels this weekend. BUT I WILL KNOW THEY ARE THERE, AND THAT WILL MAKE THINGS MORE AWESOME.
Love(lovelovelovelovelove),
klu
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FFS, bbs, there was a moment in this fic where if Arthur's reaction had been to A) throw up, B) hide in a closet in the fetal position while shaking, C) burst into tears, or D) all of the above, I would have been right there with him going OKAY YES, JESUS CHRIST, HE EARNED IT, and maybe--maybe--it was just because my day had been so spectacularly awful, but more likely? THE WRITING WAS JUST THAT GOOD.
So drop what you're doing, rent the movie if you have to, stare at pictures of T-Hard being jailbait, AND JUMP RIGHT THE FUCK INTO THIS FIC.
And have an awesome weekend. I dare you not to. <33333
And i will still be attatched to my email, but maybe not so physically attatched. Like. Separated siamese twins. :D